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PUBLISHED BY 

BUDD AND RICHARDS 

44 West 22nd St. 

NEW YORK CITY 





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Copyright, 1915 
by 

C. J. Budd and F. T. Richards 
New York City 


Printed and bound by 
HARPER 86 BROTHERS 



QCT -7 1915 


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THE BLOT BOOK 





WAY up on the sixteenth floor 
^ Lived little Tommy Tink, 



Who always found a good excuse 
To write with pen and ink; 


And every night he’d sit and write, 
Before he went to bed, 

Of everything he’d seen that day 
And what he did and said; 


For Tommy had an Uncle Joe 
Who lived out Frisco way. 

To whom he’d never fail to write 
A letter every day. 


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NE night, when everything was still ‘ 
And not a creature stirred, 

He felt a funny feeling, and 
The strangest thing occurred; 


The bottle that contained the ink 
Began at once to rise. 

Until, to his astonishment. 

It reached colossal size. 


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T seemed to swell, and swell, and swell 



’Till it could swell no more; 
Then toppled over with a crash 
And landed on the floor. 


Now such a seething sea of ink 
Was never seen before. 

And, Tommy, to escape the flood, 
Dashed madly through the door. 


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EDELIA had a “ pretty Poll ’’ 
Which said all sorts of things; 
It had a green and purple head, 

And red and yellow wings. 


But when that ink got in its work 
All over Polly’s head, 

The publisher refused to print 
The things that Polly said. 


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HE Jones’s kept a Chinese cook 
Whose name was Ting-Ling-Hi; 
Who cooked just anything at all 
From soft-boiled eggs to pie; 


And just as Ting was dishing a 
Delicious mutton stew, 

The ink dripped down all over it 
And over Ting-Ling, too. 


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BLUSHING blonde stenographer 
, Was giddy Gertie Gink, 

Who used a fine typewriter and 
Just hated pen and ink. 


Said she: There’ll never be a blot 
On work that’s done by me;” 

But just then something happened and 
She was a sight to see. 


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N ow, Mama to the office brought 
Her bouncing baby boy; 

He was his Mama’s precious pet, 

His Papa’s pride and joy. 


Was bouncing baby’s Papa pleased 
To see his boy? Well, maybe! 

But all at once he cried: “ How’s this? 
Why, that’s a colored baby!” 


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HE ink soaked quickly through the floor 



Into the room below; 


And, Tommy, as he rushed down-stairs 
Peeped through the door and — oh. 

The sight that greeted Tommy’s eyes 
Was one that made him blink; 

For there was old Miss Pinchem with 
Her bald head full of ink. 


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IGHT underneath Miss Pinchem’s room 


Lived lanky lawyer Flint; 
A cranky, crusty, cross old fox 
With bow legs and a squint. 


Now, Tommy, in his downward flight 
Saw — what do you suppose? 

Old foxy ” with a great big blot 
Of ink upon his nose. 


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LD Mr. Michael Moynahan 
Was sitting in his tub; 

Said he, “ I’ve finished bathing, so, 
I’ll give myself a rub.” 


But when that flood of ink came down 
Upon the helpless man. 

You never would have recognized 
Old Mr. Moynahan. 


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lOLICEMAN Patrick Flannigan 
Was courting Mary Ann; 


And, every night, to get a bite 
To eat was Patrick’s plan; 


But once as he sat sipping tea 
He leaped up with a cry. 
Because a mighty blot of ink 
Came splash upon his pie. 


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N ow, Mr. Schneider loved to play 
Upon his big bass horn; 

And every one was wild because 
He played from night ’till morn. 


He’d toot, and toot, and toot until 
No one could sleep a wink; 

But Schneider soon stopped tooting when 
His horn got full of ink. 


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HE ink ran here, the ink ran there, 
And soaked through every floor; 
Until it seemed it soaked, and soaked 
’Till it could soak no more. 


Now, Toby was a Thomas cat 
That dearly loved a row; 

But when that ink came pouring down 
He fled with wild ‘‘ me-e-e-yow!” 


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YLVESTER was a faithful dog 
With fur a snowy white, 

Who kept the finest kind of watch 
On everything at night. 


But when, one night, he felt a flood 
Of something on his back. 

He was a most astonished dog 
To find he had turned black. 


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NTO the basement soaked the ink, 
Where Mrs. Macintosh 
Had filled the tubs with bubbling suds 
To do the weekly wash. 


Now, as the ink could not soak down 
Below the basement floor, 

That floor was flooded and the tide 
Kept rising more and more. 


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iOOR, portly Mrs. Macintosh 


Would sink, and float, and shout. 

While Tommy kicked, and squirmed, and dipped. 
And rolled and splashed about. 


Up higher, higher rose the ink 
’Till Mrs. Macintosh 
Exclaimed: ‘‘ I see, it won’t be me 
Will do the weekly wash.” 


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It seems that Tommy had another 
Very funny feeling; 


For, as the ink surged to the top, 
Why, bang! went Tommy's head; 
When suddenly he got awake 
And found himself in bed. 


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MORAL 


T he moral, here, you see is clear, 
For Tommy firmly said: 

‘‘ Hereafter I won’t eat mince-pie 
Just as I go to bed.” 


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